RESURRECTION

Noble thy soul! As thou be the summer's rain,
Falling from the dark nebules of ire.
I bathe in thy drops as I lie still dreaming vain,
Of faded vanity and frail fangs of soaring desire.
Luscious lips around still piffle insane,
Of thirst and lust and concupiscent fire.

Sultry breasts laid yearning since yore,
Arid of hazel kisses and cold night stars.
Trembling and quivering; if not more,
With secrets bright as grave old scars.
I carry 'em miles and till the...